He set the vibrating head against my nipple and I jumped. It felt kind of good, but it also tickled. The bed shifted when Joseph climbed up on his knees, moving toward my legs.
“Open up for me.”
He’d been right. Following his commands kept me free from shame or regret. I parted my knees and he crawled to kneel between them. God, I was totally exposed to him.
“Shit,” I cried when he pressed the vibrator directly on my sensitive, damp skin.
“Can you have multiple orgasms?” His tone was light and casual, and the disconnect between it and his words left me scattered, not to mention the heat the vibration was sending through me. “Can you get more than one in when you’re alone?”
It was hard to think. “Yeah. Um, yes.” The sensation was gone as he pulled the wand away, and immediately I felt cold. “Yes, Sir.”
I groaned and squeezed tighter on the rails as the vibrations resumed on my skin.
“Good. We’ll try for two tonight.”
Two? Talk about unrealistic expectations. Getting one was a major achievement. I’d have thrown him a ticker-tape parade for what he’d done yesterday if that wouldn’t have been buckets of crazy.
“You think I’m being greedy?” he teased. The wand rotated on my clit, his gaze watching me intently. I bit down on my lip. If he kept at it with the wand, which felt amazing, he’d certainly get to one. “Trust me, Noemi.”
Pressure increased on the wand against my flesh and I moaned. Joseph was kneeling between my parted legs, using a vibrator on me while he was fully clothed and I was naked, handcuffed to his bed. Oh, God. It was insane and incredible.
His hand not holding the vibrator skimmed along my waist and up, fondling my breasts. It took the sensation to another level and I began to pant. His warm skin on mine felt so good, and the vibration was sending waves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Tell me what you thought about last night,” he said.
“I thought about . . . your filthy mouth.”
“Filthy because of the things I say?” He leaned over me and put his mouth on my erect nipple, skimming it with his teeth. “Or filthy because of the things I use it to do?”
“Both.”
Joseph chuckled. His tongue licked, and it drew a soft sigh from me.
Was I supposed to tell him? “I’m . . . getting close.”
His head raised up and his gaze connected with mine. “Good girl.”
The vibrator shook loose my tongue. “What did you think about?”
“Besides this? I thought about fucking you from behind and spanking you until your skin was a perfect shade of red, and then you’d ask for my cock in your ass.”
“Oh my God.” I don’t know which was more shocking, his words or how my body responded to them.
“How would you feel if I spanked you? Do you want the sharp crack of my hand against you when you need discipline?”
I’d watched quite a bit of porn, and I was convinced it was much more than the average woman my age. An unhealthy fascination, bordering on obsession. Along with being tied up, this was something else I wanted, but lord knew Ross would never try it. I thought of Joseph taking me over his knee sometime, yanking the back of my panties down, and slapping me, leaving my ass stinging and hot. Bad girls got spankings, and that’s what I wanted to be, right?
“Yes,” I whispered.
The wicked smile that spread across Joseph’s face brought me right to the edge. My moans grew loud and my feet dug into the mattress so I could shift to a better angle on the head of the vibrator.
“And if I wanted to take your virgin ass at some point, would you let me, or would that be a limit?”
I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, burying it in my arm. I couldn’t think with my orgasm so close and him watching me in this state of chaos. The concept was so dirty and wrong, not to mention, “It’ll hurt.”
“No, not if it’s done right,” he said.
I didn’t know how to answer, so I gave him no response. I couldn’t bring myself to say no and rule it out entirely, but it was too impossible to just agree to. Besides, the need inside me shoved every thought from my mind. My knees trembled as I closed in on ecstasy.